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I slept a good 12-13 hours last night, and now I can't seem to wake up. The sleep felt deserved, but I so do not merit being still tired.
The only reason I actually did drag myself out of bed was to go tutor Diego. The first thing he said to me was, literally, in English, "how are you feeling? you look miserable."
The funny thing is that for the first time in several days, I wasn't feeling particularly miserable.
Courtney was asking me only yesterday how to say various weather things, but I forgot to look them up, and of course that's what we were going over in the class today. It turns out (as one might expect) that there are about a bazillion words for mist, haze, fog...whatever have you.
When you come in from the cold, your glasses steam themselves up.
When leaves rustle around in the wind, they're actually whispering.
I love Spanish.
Damn I'm tired.
The only reason I actually did drag myself out of bed was to go tutor Diego. The first thing he said to me was, literally, in English, "how are you feeling? you look miserable."
The funny thing is that for the first time in several days, I wasn't feeling particularly miserable.
Courtney was asking me only yesterday how to say various weather things, but I forgot to look them up, and of course that's what we were going over in the class today. It turns out (as one might expect) that there are about a bazillion words for mist, haze, fog...whatever have you.
When you come in from the cold, your glasses steam themselves up.
When leaves rustle around in the wind, they're actually whispering.
I love Spanish.
Damn I'm tired.
